"Brother Yang, up ahead is the helmsman of our Fairy Gang." At this time, Yang Fan was not alone. In front of him, there was a middle-aged man who was also dressed in gray but had a mustache. This man¡¯s name is Mei Sanfeng, a casual cultivator in the foundation building period. He met Yang Fan in the city half a day ago. Knowing that he was also a casual cultivator and had no place to go, he invited him to come to the city and join the Fairy Spirit Gang. Yang Fan followed his gesture and saw that there was a dilapidated courtyard there. Although it was not small, it was not really decent. However, Mei Sanfeng obviously didn't think so. His mustache was up and down, and his eyes were filled with laughter. A burst of pride. "Brother Mei, is this Xianling Gang really the largest casual cultivator gang in Beiyue City?" Yang Fan laughed in his heart, but his face remained calm, instead showing a bit of immaturity, and he asked curiously. Mei Sanfeng raised his head fiercely: "Of course, does Yang think that I, Mei, am a liar?" Of course, Yang Fan said no. "Our Fairy Gang has a total of three hundred and sixty people, sixty-seven of whom are monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage, and the leader is a peerless powerhouse in the Nascent Soul Stage. Do you think we are strong or not?" Yang Fan was startled when he heard this. , "The gang leader is really the ancestor of the Nascent Soul stage?" Mei Sanfeng nodded vigorously: "Of course, and" He suddenly lowered his voice and motioned for Yang Fan to come over: "Besides, my gang leader is still a big shot of the Beiyue clan. , Do you think this gang is the largest casual cultivator in Beiyue City? "Is it a big shot of the Beiyue family?" Yang Fan sighed. Seeing that he had frightened this young man whose spiritual power was not weaker than his own, Mei Sanfeng was even more proud. But he didn¡¯t know that Yang Fan was probably a little more familiar with the big shot of the Beiyue family and the leader of the Xianling Gang than he was. "Bei Yue Xian'er shouldn't recognize me with my appearance now." Yang Fan thought to himself. Three days ago, he teleported out of Zuixianju, not far from where he was ambushed before. Although the essence of blood in his body However, because of the power of the soul, the five senses were still connected. Soon, Yang Fan discovered that there were a large number of Yuanying stage monks scattered outside Beiyue City, seemingly searching for something. This makes it naturally impossible for Yang Fan to use his soul to fly in the air, so he can only walk with his feet. However, after he had only taken a few steps, he was warned that he should return to Beiyue City, otherwise he would be killed without mercy. In desperation, Yang Fan had no choice but to return to Beiyue City. In this way, in the past, the body was giving vitality, with the power of 1,000 pounds, reaching the degree of the day after tomorrow. Because of this, Yang Fan's mind also became alive. His strength is recovering day by day, and one day, he will be different from ordinary people, and people will find that the blood in his body is powerful. Now Beiyue City is strictly guarded, and there is no way of knowing when it will be lifted, so he has to disguise himself more thoroughly. . So, after another day, he used the power of the soul to refine a spiritual power bead for himself, coupled with several elementary magic talismans, and with the help of the power of the soul, he transformed into a nine-level foundation building young monk. After wandering around for a long time, he met Mei Sanfeng. After some exchanges and inquiries, he invited himself to join the Xianling Gang. Yang Fan felt that the Xianling Gang was also founded by Beiyue Xian'er after all. If he hid it, he would be The effect of darkness under the lamp was enough to agree, and the scene just now occurred. As Mei Sanfeng entered the headquarters of the Fairy Gang, the interior was indeed not gorgeous, it was very ordinary, even a little shabby. But the people inside were all smiling and looking very happy. Most of them were ordinary people who didn't even have foundation building skills. When they saw Mei Sanfeng coming in, they all greeted him, and most of them called him Hall Master Mei. Mei Sanfeng was also laughing. Although he looked funny, Yang Fan saw that when Mei Sanfeng saw these people in trouble, he would help them. For example, when an old woman is washing clothes, he will put a cleaning charm on her. Although it cannot help the old woman wash it thoroughly, it can save the old woman the fatigue of fetching water. There is also an old man who is carrying water. He will cast a breeze spell to make him feel more relaxed. The time is also not long and can only last for a hundred breaths. However, it allows the old man to rest in disguise. There are many more like this. It was not until the spiritual power in Mei Sanfeng's body could no longer cast small spells that he led Yang Fan into the hall. This changed Yang Fan¡¯s perception of him a lot. So, after that, he also cast a few small spells to help these people and make them feel more relaxed. "They are all members of our fairy gang, and they are all people who cannot survive."Those poor people who cannot survive and cannot survive. Those of us who have spiritual roots and can survive are inherently unfair to them. Therefore, sometimes, we should try our best to help them if we can. "Mei Sanfeng's words rang in Yang Fan's ears. This made him feel for the first time that people in this world of cultivation, like those on earth, are all warm-hearted. Not everyone is like those cruel monks. His hands are full of blood, and he regards those mortals who cannot be killed as nothing. "Yang Fan has learned a lesson. " Yang Fan bowed respectfully to the middle-aged man in front of him who looked quite funny, even a little wretched, with a bit of respect in his heart. Mei Sanfeng waved his hands repeatedly: "This is what the gang leader said, I am just paraphrasing it. Again, don't thank me. Look, that's where the official gang members gather. I'll take you to join the gang, very quickly. " When Yang Fan heard this, the beautiful image of Beiyue Xian'er flashed in his mind, and he couldn't help but smile: "This girl, I didn't see that she had such a kind heart. "Following Mei Sanfeng, Yang Fan met the deputy leader of the Xianling Gang. It was the gangster who was leading the teleportation array. This gangster was called Wang Yiping. He was also a monk at the ninth level of foundation building. He was quite similar to what Yang Fan was showing now. At the same time, he was also a monk. The second master of the Xianling Gang, this shows how low the strength of the Xianling Gang is. When I heard that Yang Fan was a monk at the ninth level of foundation building, he was so young, and he still had four points of spiritual roots, so he had hope of forming a knot. Cheng Jindan, Wang Yiping suddenly became more and more enthusiastic. After a few inquiries, he found out that he was from the north, so he didn't ask any more questions and directly gave Yang Fan a position of **, second only to his deputy. Gang Leader. ¡°Deputy Gang Leader Wang, I wonder where the Gang Leader is? Do I need to go see him? " Yang Fan asked. Wang Yiping was a little embarrassed: "The gang leader is not in the gang on weekdays. Only in emergencies can we go to him for help. So, next time, I will introduce you to the gang leader next time. " Hearing this, Yang Fan breathed a sigh of relief. Now, he no longer had to worry about meeting Beiyue Xian'er and feeling embarrassed. But at this moment, a member of the gang hurriedly ran in and shouted loudly: " Deputy Gang Leader, someone from Beiyue's family is coming. Hurry out and greet him! " Wang Yiping was stunned when he heard this, and then smiled at Yang Fan: "Brother Yang, you are really lucky. Come on, brothers, come with me to meet the important figures of the Beiyue family. " With that said, a large group of people walked outside. (To be continued.)